Buriton, High Street c.1960

Photo ref: B248011

When I was 3 years old, it was the beginning of the Second World War. My parents lived in busy warfilled, threatened Portsmouth, and decided that I would be safer far away. My mother had joined the WRENS and my father was required to work rather than be called up. So at age 3, I was sent to the Vicarage at Buriton and I stayed there until the war ended when I was 9 years old.

My Grandparents lived in Swiss Cottage for many years. We used to stay there as children. When we first went there was no electricity and limited water. We had to go to bed with oil lamps and all food was cooked on the Aga in the kitchen. I loved it there. My sister and I would spend hours wandering in the Queen Elizabeth Forest. We also spent a lot of time feeding the pigs in the pig farm at the end of the ...see more